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Welcome to Chipotle.


Waking up in the morning, 

At six thirty A.M.

Walk through the doors, 

With only a monster in hand.

After slaving for nearly a year, 

What im doing?

Ive done this before,

I dont need to hear.

Start the guac and cook the rice,

shred the cheese,

Make the tea, dont forget the ice.

Im hungry now but McDonalds is no better,

Now its time to cook some steak and clean the cheese shredder. 

Its eight o'clock now, thats such a drag.

Its disgusting how much salt there is,

Just in the steak one cup per bag.

As i look over at the man cutting lettuce

Its my GM and Chipotles his fetish.

But after 4 hours of morning slavery,

We open the doors to the people of Hatery,

One after one we serve hour by hour,

bite after bite the people devour,

Its disgusting how much dairy we go through,

wake up america obesity is not you!

 

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